My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther flashed a mocking smile and said casually, “Oh, sounds interesting. I could give it a try.”

Upon hearing that, Bradley slammed his fist against the crystal coffin. He warned Esther fiercely, “Esther, if you even think about taking your own life, I’ll bring Felix back and make him witness your decaying body day and night. He’ll watch your corpse rot, fester, and turn into bones!”

Esther maintained her composure and replied helplessly, “You don’t have to wait. You can do it right now. You have the power over all of us—me, Felix, everyone. You can do as you please.

“I won’t feel sorry for Felix. He’s stuck with a father like you.

“Being mute doesn’t change a thing. He’s still alive, and you can torment him as much as you want. If it pleases you, Mr. Bradley Warner.”

Esther’s words weren’t meant as irony. She had accepted her fate and saw no point in further discussion. She closed her eyes, awaiting Bradley’s outburst.

But to her surprise, the expected rage didn’t come. Instead, Bradley picked up a glass from the table and, rather forcefully, poured lemon water into her mouth.

Esther choked and coughed violently.

indifferent. “I’ll arrange for food to be brought to

secret chamber. She

What was even more disheartening was her past belief that it was love. If love meant confinement, abuse, and torment, she wished such

reaction.

commanded, feeding Esther as

dared not place anything that could potentially harm

“Drink.”

finesse in taking care of others, and his actions were rough and forceful. Esther’s mouth was

“So what

would’ve taken a gun or a knife to rescue

didn’t. He knows you

couldn’t grasp Bradley’s intentions in saying all that. After a moment of contemplation, she spoke softly. “Jasper

eyes with Esther, his tone icy

Can’t you handle me admiring another man?